It doesn’t help that none of the characters are very likeable, particularly Sergio Villarreal as a hot-headed stranger invited to join the game, who acts like such a dick to his gracious hosts that it’s hard to believe they wouldn’t have kicked him out in real life. Smith certainly raises a few interesting questions about the vitality of friendship and the primal competitive nature of men, but a lot of the conflict that is born out of that falls flat due to the lack of any background information. We never really know why everyone is acting so uptight, and just when it looks like they’re about to start strangling one another, they suddenly begin high-fiving and joking around again. It doesn’t feel very authentic, and it’s surprising that Smith wouldn’t want to further explore the relationships between his characters considering the movie is only a meager 62 minutes long. It’s the Thanksgiving equivalent of serving a turkey without any stuffing or gravy, especially when your guests were expecting a heaping plateful of both.